AT REFUGE
by: Lee Timberlake
- T night
- Haunted and scant clad,
- I fled my sorrow
- Into a garden.
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- Tall lilies
- Pressed pale cheeks
- Against my ravished breast
- And shed golden tears.
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- A rose vine
- Drew in her thorns
- To passionately entwine my thighs,
- Bedewing my mouth, while
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- Violets broke precious perfume
- Across my feet,
- And pansies pleaded wisdom,
- With upturned judicial faces.
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- I was comforted.
"At Refuge" is reprinted
from Poetica Erotica. Ed. T.R. Smith. New York: Crown
Publishers, 1921. |
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